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Monday, December 13, 2010

From my contemporary novel, Perfect

okay, okay, I know this is an oldie but a goodie, but Perfect is one of my favorite novels. Set in South Carolina, where I went to college, this one starts with a breakup, but ends with a happy.

Here's a wee smutty bit:

They were probably being stupid. Probably needed to slow down, but oh, it felt so good. So well remembered that it might have been yesterday that they’d done this, not almost a year. They moved together in a frenzy, the stiff bulge of Avery’s cock hard against his lower belly, his own cock hard enough to make his jeans damned uncomfortable, and all of his encounters with Kyle seemed suddenly pale, like he finally figured out what was missing. Or at least admitted to himself he’d known what was missing all along.

Avery’s head smacked against the window, pinning Louis’ hand behind it, making them both grunt. Avery’s hands slid down his back to his ass, palms fitting around each cheek, fingers massaging the undersides through his jeans, and Louis knew right then this would be short and violent. He struggled, rearing back, getting his jeans open, attacking Avery’s. Ave moaned, licked those kiss swollen lips, and Louis groaned, falling back down on Avery and humping like a mad thing, both of them gasping, his reflection in the window showing him wide eyed and open mouthed.

“Oh. Oh, God, Lou. I can’t. Gonna. Oh.”

Fuck. That was Avery’s need to come face and Louis kissed his mouth, kissed him hard enough to see stars, his cock so tight it hurt. The heat and wetness of Avery’s come hit him, burning his skin, making him want to wail, but he hid the shout in the kiss, hips jerking wildly as he came with a violence that left him stunned and panting.